"His Royal Highness Zyan V. DeAldebaran, Eternal Flame of the Empire, Grand Emperor of Aladar."
Kal heard the herald say. Then she felt Valian's hand pressed over her fingers in a silent notice. Looking up from the entrance to the hallway and the lights from the great hall shining through it, Kal met his eyes like precious jewels.
"Ready?" He asked with that sensual and baritone voice of his and Kal nodded. "If you do not wish to do this, we fly out of here without looking behind." He said without moving.
In response, Kal smiled. She suspected that he would follow those words to the letter. Valian said nothing more but his gaze melted over her, and then letting out a short growl, he kissed her on the head.
So they moved forward, closely followed by a procession of maids and pages that dissolved just at the entrance to the great hall. In the end, the announcement of the imperial family had been arranged so that Valian would be the last to join the celebration.
